You pack your bags. I pack mine. We take a bus or a train to somewhere. Anywhere. As long as it is the perfect length. Not too short, we need a night's sleep on each other's shoulder, arms intertwined in part desperation, part solace. Not too long, because we're fidgety and life always finds way to come in.
We take the bus/train to our destination, and back from it. Then you leave forever, but at least we'll have had this. A window behind which we could sit and watch our love thrive, a window through which the world moved along with us, tipping its hat for once, that we were doing this.
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